Victims of Phalaris
Everybody dance when my lips curse
Enjoy the crescendo as it gets worse
Stoke my laurels, tend its flame
A vocal warm-up all the same
Although these notes are also screams
They are the birth caul of my dreams
Roll me round this brazen cage
This steady fire, this tumbling rage
And as my flesh falls to the floor
I wonder what life’s living for
At least in pain I feel I’m living
The tune you love is killing
At least in pain I know I’m living
The tune we love is killing